Wednesday, May 16, 2007 4:24 PM
why cookies tin?



a book tt i've read reminded me of my granma cookies and milk powder tins that she've collected over e years...those empty powder n cookiestins are actually reuse to contain bottons n sewing mat tt she nd to use at times in case of wardrobe malfn ( etc splittin of skirt/pants..ha usually guys pant spits more frequently than gals)...however in e story e cookies tin are used to store keep old pics n sweet...now tt, set me thinkin if cookies tin like this can be a treasury tt we can put anythin we think are impt n most invaluble memories to us...it juz makes me wanna make a similar website where everybdi can also put in memo of their own n share it w pple ard us ...(but i doubt anibdi will be willin to share, ha it's juz cold shower i'm puttin myself in) anyway i lv to share some of my 'earli daes' pics w u guys out there..(provided u r interested enough to even look)

('0') no doubt pple will be veri suprise w total ewiness if they saw mi in my cutiedaes...u noe one thin bout my fam is tt they love to give nicknames to young children n especially nicey 1 r givn to my mum's children which consist of my two bro, my sis n cutie me...well wat can i say..we'r a bunch of wonderful kids (those who choose to beliv this will be call: wat-a-fool) in many ways we r realli like angels...but than in even more ways we can reali make ur blood pressure incline tremendously b4 u can finish sayin Eureka...so i'll load some pics soon for ur visual pleasure....(~.~) amen...(no,,i'm nt christian/catholic blah blah)


LOVE Cindy


Peeks of Moi Life
Round & round & round,
In the Circle Game;
P.S. love yourself

And the seasons,
They go round and round;
And the painted ponies go
Up and down.
We're captive on the
Carousel of time.
We can't return,
We can only look behind
From where we came;
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

♥♥♥
promises of someday
make moi dreams;

PhotobucketCindy Tong is 22, as of 12th april '09. She likes dress punk, and eat dark chocolates and strawberry.
I'm going out in search of moi life- Favorite-kick the bucket

Remember bold clover moi afraid!

captive on the carousel of time
from nothingness we came


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